Perfection.
Expectation.
Rumination.
Repetition.

^ Why she thinks she'll never fly,
Tossing, turning -
Waiting to die.

She has potential,
I wish she knew.
The anchor of depression
is the only reason she never flew....

Not in life she never did,
But after death her soul lifted.

Intellect fully restored,
In the place beyond this place,
There is no such word as a "closed door"

Paradise finally.

With beauty comes pain.
Pain conceives the creatively beautiful.

Hauling " insanely beautiful" up a flight.
Hurl herself to the bottom, she might.

Her heart in her shoe, her shoe out of sight.
She feels this is perfect, her awareness a blight.

Tip back the bottle, purge up your meals.
To her, this is how happiness feels.

Reality slipping, falls through her hand.
Eyelids slowly dipping, a final thud: her body lands.

Today was a good day,
Not a single tear was shed.

Today was a good day,
That's why I'm wishing I were dead.

The desolate sea beckoning me,
Depression, a mere inevitability.

Dare not lie to me,
My death will be chosen, setting me free.

I rue the day I attempted while crying.
Is it not superior to leave the world smiling?

Today was a good day,
I best get to flying away-

Before my monsters return,
abolishing yet another day...

Death being an opportunity,
Again poached away.